A few weeks ago, we had a massive Wednesday night storm that didn't let up until the next day. It was such a forceful rainstorm that caused flash floods throughout our area. Right about dinner time, Kolby shouted to us in a panicked voice "There is water coming in our basement through the window!" So we went downstairs and noticed that water had accumulated in one of the basement window wells, and was about 1/3 of the way up the window.
The Husband immediately took the boys outside with him, in the torrential downpour, and plopped them down inside the window well. Armed with pitchers, they started dumping the water out of the window well like you would if your canoe was capsizing.
As Kennedy and I were inside, soaking up the water with towels and trying to prevent more water from coming in, we watched Keaton and Kolby as they tried valiantly to dump out as much water as they could. Keaton is just a little bit taller than Kolby, and he could barely get his pitcher of water up over the side of the window well. Kolby, on the other hand, would scoop up a pitcher full of water, then try to throw it out over the side. Most of the time, half the amount of water just fell back inside because he couldn't quite get it over. It was actually funny to watch. Amidst the worry of our basement flooding, I was actually laughing while watching the boys.
The Husband scraped enough dirt and rocks away from the side of the window well to prevent any more dumpage, and then he pulled the boys out and got in the well himself, where the made extremely good time getting the rest of the water out of the well. It was a sight to behold.
It was discovered that the water didn't overflow from the top, but rather through some busted seam along the inside of the window well. We have plans to secure those leaks, and hopefully it won't happen again.
Unfortunately, we woke up the next morning to find another window well had overflowed as well, creating another saturated mess in the morning. The joys of home ownership, eh?
As an interesting note, the first window well to overflow was the one that housed a black widow spider, which we morbidly watched day after day, as it grew bigger and bigger. The skeleton of her dead lover stayed on display beside her web, as a trophy of her power. After about a week, The Husband torched her with our BBQ lighter, and she was finally free to join her beloved, in the afterlife. As the boys were knee-deep in water, emptying water from the well, I was happy to remember that the black widow spider was no longer extending her death bites to anyone/anything that crossed her path.